The Mildly Haunted Pigeon

The story

Arthur the pigeon had been dead for three years, though he remained committed to his daily routine of judging the neighbor's cat from the sill. The haunting was minimal, consisting mostly of a slight chill and the occasional translucent wing-twitch. He spent his afternoons staring at a piece of stale bread, unable to eat it but deeply offended by its presence. When the wind blew, his feathers drifted away like dust, forcing him to spend an hour reassembling himself. He did not mind the ghostliness; it simply meant he never had to clean up his own droppings.